Describe to me in your screams the pain that intensifies. I'll be the blood

that leaks and the fear that fills your eyes. My insanity becomes your

violent reality. Recreating the brilliant acts of those before me. Studied

their morbidity to mutilate your entire anatomy, journey into a world of

inhumanities as history repeats itself you're the object of my fixation. You

are my Black Dahlia... everybody has the capability of murdering somebody. At

first I was sickened and horrified the exhilaration, the petrified feeling

of taking one's life. Bludgeoning, her screams were deafening. Bleeding

uncontrollably, bleeding all over me, desperately struggling in her moribund

state, and her crippling agony. Mother of three praying for me not to kill

her but I would not hear her. Brutalized and defiled... her body restrained

and glistening. Taste her perspiration, bitter sweet. Her incredible

strength when she came close to death. Her faith in god and miracles came to

an end. She bit. Drawing blood, fighting for her life, but I could not be

stopped it took 15 minutes before she died, brutalized and defiled... defiled...